Crazy Days
So this time last year, I was so bored at work I was practically begging for things to do ... and this year, it never seems to stop! What the heck? But that's security work for you--feast or famine.
I had my first show of 2017 down in San Jose, at Further Confusion--and my first California show, to boot. It was a really good show--I made more than enough profit to make the weekend worthwhile, which was a nice motivator after the duds I had with my last couple of shows. *crosses fingers* Here's hoping the trend continues--I'll be going to Salt Lake City for their comicon in March. And I need to sit down and do a proper writeup of Further Confusion as well.
I still miss Freia, though it's different than when Kale died. I'm not grieving as hard, even though it's only been a few weeks. I think maybe it's because I got my crying done in advance. Or maybe it's because unlike Kale, I know there wasn't anything else I could have done for her. I still need to write a memorial post for her.
It feels a bit like a betrayal, but I've been looking for another cat (or cats). My place just feels really empty without one. I've gotten a bit frustrated by the search, tho--either the Pacific NW is cat-crazy, or I picked the absolute worst time of year to try and find a cat. I spent most of last weekend driving to shelters across the entire county, with no success. All the specific cats I was looking at on Petfinder were long gone by the time I got there, or in one case, completely terrified/traumatized. The rest, for the most part, were senior cats, special needs, or just not there--almost every place I went to had no more than 3-4 cats available to choose from, with most kennels empty. Which is great for the cats--but not so great for me. Plus I'm more than a little annoyed by one particular shelter who spent more time telling me about all the cats that *weren't* available for me to look at than trying to sell me on the three that were. Helpful hint--if you want people to adopt your animals, you might want to a) talk them up and b) allow said people to interact with said animals. Looking at an indifferent cat through a plastic wall is not going to make me fall in love.
Of course, maybe I'm just too picky. Both Kale and Freia were very special--maybe it's unreasonable to expect love at first sight for my next cat as well.
And then there's my guilty secret ... I've always kind of wanted a purebred cat. Specifically, an Abyssinian. All of the Aby breeders I contacted had wait lists, though, and I wasn't sure I was willing to be alone for the months it might take to get one. But there's a breeder that might have a possible solution for me--I don't want to jinx it *crosses fingers*, but I go to see them tomorrow. So who knows? Maybe I'll get an Aby after all. Or maybe I'll find I liked the idea of having an Aby more than actually having one ... only one way to find out.
I had my first show of 2017 down in San Jose, at Further Confusion--and my first California show, to boot. It was a really good show--I made more than enough profit to make the weekend worthwhile, which was a nice motivator after the duds I had with my last couple of shows. *crosses fingers* Here's hoping the trend continues--I'll be going to Salt Lake City for their comicon in March. And I need to sit down and do a proper writeup of Further Confusion as well.
I still miss Freia, though it's different than when Kale died. I'm not grieving as hard, even though it's only been a few weeks. I think maybe it's because I got my crying done in advance. Or maybe it's because unlike Kale, I know there wasn't anything else I could have done for her. I still need to write a memorial post for her.
It feels a bit like a betrayal, but I've been looking for another cat (or cats). My place just feels really empty without one. I've gotten a bit frustrated by the search, tho--either the Pacific NW is cat-crazy, or I picked the absolute worst time of year to try and find a cat. I spent most of last weekend driving to shelters across the entire county, with no success. All the specific cats I was looking at on Petfinder were long gone by the time I got there, or in one case, completely terrified/traumatized. The rest, for the most part, were senior cats, special needs, or just not there--almost every place I went to had no more than 3-4 cats available to choose from, with most kennels empty. Which is great for the cats--but not so great for me. Plus I'm more than a little annoyed by one particular shelter who spent more time telling me about all the cats that *weren't* available for me to look at than trying to sell me on the three that were. Helpful hint--if you want people to adopt your animals, you might want to a) talk them up and b) allow said people to interact with said animals. Looking at an indifferent cat through a plastic wall is not going to make me fall in love.
Of course, maybe I'm just too picky. Both Kale and Freia were very special--maybe it's unreasonable to expect love at first sight for my next cat as well.
And then there's my guilty secret ... I've always kind of wanted a purebred cat. Specifically, an Abyssinian. All of the Aby breeders I contacted had wait lists, though, and I wasn't sure I was willing to be alone for the months it might take to get one. But there's a breeder that might have a possible solution for me--I don't want to jinx it *crosses fingers*, but I go to see them tomorrow. So who knows? Maybe I'll get an Aby after all. Or maybe I'll find I liked the idea of having an Aby more than actually having one ... only one way to find out.